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With the loss of her Grandmother, Mae Elizabeth tries to deal with her present while trying to cling to the past. Her former love comes once again into her life, making her remember the joy, love and pain of their wonderful disaster.
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By Mickel Mais
A woman and her dolly deals with some busy-bodies.
Alright, so, this is a pretty light horror. I mean, I'm not even 100% it belongs in this genre, but here goes!
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A look at a few of the ways they killed Kenny off, with an interesting twist. This is also a little funnier due to the fact that it hits close to home, being that my name is Kenny. I hope people like this, as I hope that everyone could like everything I produce. But I know such is not the case....
Poetry | Updated Mar 13, 2013 | Reads: 58 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 11
By Matthew Bissonnette
A story about racism in the American south in the 1960's.
A short story for my English class. Prompt was a quote by Archbishop Desmond Tutu: "Having looked the beast of the past in the eyes, having asked and received forgiveness, let us shut the door of the past, not to forget it, but to allow it not to imprison us." Also based on the film...
By Mvt Kersbergen
A poem about the Mad Poet/Necromancer Abdul Alhazred, who wrote the Necronomicon.
By Sicky666 Fhtagn
A poem about the Mad Poet.
By Ill Buddha
An uwitting psychopath is driving to Tennessee to collect money from a dead relative over Christmas, little does he know...
A boy from the south has survived years against a swarm of undead. He alone tells the story of how it started for him. With police chasing him, the anarchy ruling the streets, and the dead rising to consume the living, he must find his way to his family and escape his fallen city.
After a lifetime of political activism in South Africa, Yazz thinks sheâ€™s finally content with her quiet London life. She doesnâ€™t expect the reappearance of Lily, the best friend and comrade who betrayed her. Nor does she expect Lilyâ€™s demand: to help her find a child long...
A short poem about an evening sat on a bench, on the South Bank of the Thames. There's another piece in the works based on the same event, but in prose (which I'm better at), so, if you're interested, keep your eye out for it.
Poetry | Updated Jan 8, 2013 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A short narrative of the prospect and challenges of South Africa in comparison to other economies. The debate is within the post colonial evolution of nations, looking at the future within a globalised framework. South Africa is a natural winner, and although there is generally a disfigured view...